Cinquain
seasons
turning again
through this shared existence
and the acceptance of gentle
knowing
walking
the path ahead
alone or together
like a leaf floating on a stream
we flow
the old
tattered afghan
lying across the couch
still holds the warmth of memories
and love
colors
growing dimmer
and perceptions fading
as an evening fog is slowly
rising
there's a
sky of sorrow
when an overcast night
keeps the moon and stars hidden
from sight
the dead
and the living
are not separated
they live with us in memories
always
raining
I realize
as I lay down for bed
and the night gently carries me
away
despite
the day's failings
and beauty unnoticed
thank you Lord for allowing me
to be
